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343 Part2 bdsm and the neighbour`s343 Part2 bdsm and the neighbour`sTo the letter he carried out her wishes, enjoying dressing her in the clothes she had laid out for him. Strangely without explaining, she taped a pound coin to either nipple before he fitted her bra, she then went to the toilet saying she didn’t want to soil herself if the pain was too much. At 10.15 they booked out, paid the receptionist and loaded the car. Olive gave directions and at a few minutes to 11 they pulled into the garage of a funeral directors depot. The doors behind them slid silently and electronically closed, and a woman appeared. She was about 50 he decide, dressed in a somber black, a tad overweight perhaps but not unattractive. she neither spoke or acknowledged them, or that he was not Mark, just nodding to Olive as she met them at the car. She motioned them to follow, leading them silently between the hearse and the big ominous black cars, through a hidden door in the corner and down a set of stairs. At the foot of the stairs she motioned Olive to wait, leading Gethin to a small room and telling him in a broad black country accent to” get undressed,” he was expecting that and did as bid, her eyes never once leaving his penis as soon as it was unveiled. She placed a collar and cuffs on him clipping them together with his hands secured at his neck. Then she kissed him, knelt and kissed his stiffening helmet, before she led him into an adjoining room. It was a fully equipt and soundproofed dungeon. Here she had him sit on a padded wooden chair with a very tall back, she then clipped his collar to a retainer on the top of that back and he instantly knew he was here till 5 pm. He could move his head just a little, and could see the whole room from his position, and the clock on the wall, it`s hands pointed at 11.05, His escort knelt once more and began licking and nibbling at his very erect penis, she was skilled, it did not take him long, and he filled her mouth with seed, he had been here just 5 minutes and already been relieved of one load, it was to be a long day. Remembering his instructions, he said “Thank you madam!” Silently, cum dripping from her mouth she nodded, and pointed at the clock, and muttered 1, 3, and 5, then took her place at his side, and they waited silently. The clock ticked on ominously, he pondering the strange incantation 1, 3, and 5, when at exactly 11.15 a door opened and into the room came a tall grey haired man of about 60, dressed in just a simple black cloak, and black crutch-less trousers and leading Olive on a lead, her underclothing that he had so enjoyed dressing her in that morning her only attire, except for a wooden yoke locked round her neck and wrists. looking nervous and apprehensive, her hair cascading over her wooden restraint, in a single pony tail.Gethin felt, rather than saw his silent companion stiffen just a little, as they passed towards the room centre, and Olive knelt in subservience on a small mat, under the central lift. Her master clipped a hook into the ring on either end of the yoke, then for the first time the man spoke, “why are you here and what has changed?” he was addressing Olive, she answered immediately, “if it pleases you master I am here to receive pain for your enjoyment, you may do to my body anything you wish this time, to my subservient flesh until that clock strikes five, I am with my friend sir, and I now have a nurse to restore me so the previous restrictions are lifted so you can use your subject as you have always desired.” He whispered, “you realise what you have just sentenced yourself too?” she said, “I fully understand master,” and he then asked if his fee was in the usual places?”She said it was! With that, he smiled, then he pressed a button and the yoke began slowly to rise, it rose till it was under her chin, her arms taking the strain as relentlessly her body was lifted, first to her feet and then until her toes were only just in contact. Slowly he slid her black lacy panties from her hips, and to her feet, grunting “raise” which she did grunting as she hung on her wrists and throat for him to remove the tiny scraps. He had her hang like that for a moment or two then allowed her to relieve the pressure by returning her toes to the ground. Gethin could see that it was a relief. The Master seeing her watchers face, had Olive turn to face the seated couple. Saying “they could watch one another, while he warmed her skin for her.”She nodded as if to say `please do!’ he collected a short whip then began to flog her skin, beginning at her feet and slowly oh so slowly the aim raised a stroke at a time up the legs and torso of his pale target, at her belly he began the return journey, tears by now falling and small snuffling cry`s, were to be heard as every blow fell. again, a second pass over the same route, no blow could be called hard, every-one just stinging and painful.Next, he removed the ½ cup bra, her breasts, no longer in the first nubile flush of youth, sagged a little the nipples hidden under the taped coins, again the master smiled, then a third coat of the whip began, everyone in the room knew that he would not be stopping at the belly this time, and the strokes would not be as light. By the strokes having reached her knees, she was crying out more loudly than before and her skin was turning a pinkish red hue, her soft belly had her crying out, tears now falling bahis siteleri canlı like rain, wetting her breasts, which in turn added to the trauma as he struck time and again at her swaying breasts till first alternately, the left then the right, reluctantly released its coin, the target immediately switching to a new target as soon as the tape fell away, her belly getting the next round once more.Gethin knew there was three coins, though he had only seen two positioned the master however knew where to look, the whip disguarded, his hand, the fingers together, shot up into her sex, no pre-easing, no lubrication bar her own wetness, he forced his bony hand upwards lifting the bodyweight as he strove to enter the soft walled tube, she screamed, a loud full bodied scream that told of her tremendous discomfort, he took no notice, his hand well inside her body, groping about and trying to grip the elusive coin that they now all knew was in this slippery and warm location. Having triumphantly located it he began to withdraw the coin, sadly he had it now in a closed fist, tearing it from her body in a way she later described as “it`s always like giving birth to a hard g****fruit.” Her gut now on fire she screamed once more, sobbing and crying like a beaten c***d, her body contorting with the pain.By now Gethin was stiff as a poker, he knew he needed to cum, he glanced at the woman next to him, but she glanced at the clock, 12.45, time had flown, she shook her head. He looked puzzled, but she ignored him. The whip was back in use, this time on her nipples, the tape and coins having gone. Alternate strokes light but persistent, her screams rising as each stroke fell, till to his surprise it all stopped, and the master nodded at the clock, which had` pinged, the clock reading 1pm’ on the hour, Gethin wondered why he had not noticed the chime at the last hour, but was amazed when The Master`s wife fell on his tool. Her mouth fetching him to the boil rapidly, he filled her mouth once again, perhaps not as much as before but a respectable mouthful none the less. She waited, he suddenly remembered, “thank you madam!” She swallowed, nodded and the whip rose yet again, he now knew what the 1,3 and 5, meant. It meant he had to perform again twice more!The whip was at its persistent monotonous rhythm yet again her breast glowing red now, her back, and her arse sharing the punishment too her body slumping onto the suspension of that yoke as her orgasm overtook her again. The whipping stopped, he lowered her to the floor again and had her bend over the padded examination couch, still attached to the lift. He fetched a cane, asking “how many?” her answer ran a chill down Gethin`s spine, “Master if it pleases you it pleases me…
!” He laughed, then said “You realise you are going to finish the last 45 minutes on my horse, and you have my wax to go first, you picked them from the hat when you arrived, so don’t be too hard on yourself, I may like giving pain, but I want you to survive to come back more times yet, before you finally face the ultimate end you so desire.” She nodded, her eyes wide and on Gethin`s, realising he had heard that and now knew there was more she desired, much, much more. “Twenty then master if it pleases you.” she intonedThe first landed as if in answer to her request, it left a red line of pain across the presented backside, she cried out, he made her wait, then a second landed, by the fifth, she was continuously wailing, each stroke he savoured, making her wait, sometimes 5 seconds, others 20 or more, Her seat now bloody and a pattern of welts, The Master`s wife calling the strokes, “18,” her cry one of torment, a pause “19,” again the pitiful wailing, “20” her body jerking as each blow added to her agony.She lay weeping, he sat for a while, just enjoying her distress, his hand under the loose cloak fondling his tool. Gethin`s own tool was stiff once more, and the masters wife, smiling at Olive`s discomfort her hand in her own sex through the open zip at the hip of her suit, Gethin`s flippant offer to help her, was a mistake, that got him a s**thing look that could have stripped paint, he was not going to get loose that way so he returned his gaze to Olive`s damaged rear, knowing he had no chance. The Master had her stand forbidding her to touch her pained cheeks, he unclipped the yoke, releasing her hands and neck he then had his subject lay on her back on the couch, he lit candles, un-noticed till then on his work bench at the side. One red, one black, both tall and tapered, and a large multi-wicked cream one about 6” across. He left them to melt a little and came to his victim, “now my dear, I wish to make a good and neat wax impression of both your nipples and your sex, from them I will cast a plaster image of you, so if you do choose the ultimate path, I shall for always remember you”. he paused “it is why you were told to shave, and it will be extremely painful, though not damaging, but you will assist me completely unfettered throughout, and we shall begin as soon as your friend has given his next offering to my lady”. All eyes went to the clock, had the time really passed that quickly, the hands said it was just coming three o`clock, this had gone on an unbelievable four hours. She, `his lady’, zipped up arose and knelt beside her victim, he was stiff again but this time it took longer and the amount when it casino oyna finally came was smaller though the feelings were as high for him. He dutifully thanked her, and she swallowed as before, her teeth showing as if to say, `she would draw blood if at 5 she didn’t get a better `seeding’, her deep dark eyes, striking fear into him.Easing the zip once again she eased her trousers down exposing a smooth if bald and partly hidden pussy, she allowed Gethin a brief look, the inference being the next lot would be in there! then she took her seat and nodded for her husband to proceed. He produced a pillow, which he placed under Olive`s still aching rump, saying “it would ease her discomfort!”He turned to his victim, now with her hips held high and had her hold her left breast up with the nipple vertical, collected the red candle, well alight now, he hissed at her to keep it very still and began dripping the wax round the areola, making sure of a continuous trickle of the boiling wax until the whole nipple was covered evenly. For Olive it was a torment, and she screamed once more, to which the Master quietly whispered platitudes, and encouragements, inducing a movement of his wife`s hand and the stiffening of both men`s pricks. The Master had her hold the pose for some time, until the wax had cooled, then added a second thicker coat. That with the first layer as a barrier was easier for Olive. Again, the cast was allowed to cool. He changed candles and at his command the second nipple was positioned to be turned into a tiny black mountain, by a repeat performance, this too causing her to scream and whimper he returned to the first cast and with a slight twist removed the thing, inspected it and said “it was perfect”, it elicited a smile of satisfaction from her, as he did the same with the second and happy with the results placed them carefully on the bench. It was now the pillow`s use became clear, smiling his most sadistic smile he had her hold open her sex with both hands, he placed a plug of kitchen towel into the quaking woman`s orifice then he raised the largest candle high and to the onlookers amazement tilted it as a high priest at a coven would hold a sacrificial dagger, the wax splashed deep into the cavity forming a coating over the plug and as it touched her sex wall for the first time she screamed an unearthly scream that Gethin`s memory would take to his grave,The Master hissed that this candle was of a lower melting point than the others, but the inner more tender skin would soon find its warmth comforting. Olive however might have disagreed if she was not screaming fit to bust and writhing about in total agony. He waited for her to settle and the wax again to accumulate on the candle, then another layer was poured. Four or five times that process was repeated, each with that unearthly scream echoing round the chamber, Olive unbelievably holding the wax filled channel gamely open, though there was a long pause as he waited for the warm wax to harden and her to settle back, then he moved her fingers a little. She felt fuller than she had ever been, but she knew this next pouring would be the ultimate in pain as the cool air was now telling her of the vulnerability of her clitorise. Looking deep at her tormenter she hissed “do it” and in reply with a smile he tipped the heavy candle, the wax falling accurately onto the little nub, pooling and running into the folds and crevices of this her most sacred and tender spot. Trying desperately to hold the pose she threw her head back in another horrific scream and promptly blacked out, her hands falling from their places onto the pillow.Moments past, he fetched her water in a glass, and as soon as she was able, she drank it down. He explained pithily that as she had let go and the lips of her hood had moved, he would have to add more wax. Trembling fingers took the flesh once more and he quickly lay the glass to one side, pouring more hot wax to the already near full hood area. Again, that scream, unearthly and wild. though this time she gamely held on through gritted teeth until the wax solidified. He nodded his approval when she collapsed back from the strain.She lay, unmoving until the stiff wax lost its heat.it took a long while till she felt The Master`s fingers prizing out the solid cast, opening her legs wide and forcing the thing out of her birth canal, doing her best to assist him as it came painfully free, He fished for any of the paper plug not attached to the wax, and then, it was over. Cool air circulating in the still stinging channel. Her relief palpable. Knowing it was just that wretched horse to go., his favourite she had ridden this last every time she had visited, usually just for two hours, this always being the last discipline. He gave her more water, Gethin`s assistant giving him some too, he had not noticed how dry he was. She whispered, “if youm have no great offering next time, I personally will cane your balls boy, and she will be less than happy, so youm be warned.” He turned pale, knowing she was not k**ding.A wooden trolley was uncovered and fetched from its corner. About 4 feet high, and 6 feet long ridge backed looking like a triangular chicken run but made solidly, of smooth and polished wood, a device on wheels about 2 ½ or 3feet wide at the base tapering to a ½ inch round edge backbone. Gethin, noticed a thick rod through the structure from one canlı casino siteleri side to the other about midway along and mid height. The Master helped his
victim mount the thing, she knew now what to expect and the pain it inflicted, a leg either side a foot on either end of the rod, like stirrups. He had her ease her body from the top edge and he opened her sex like a butterfly either side of the hard-unflinching backbone. On his command she was allowed to sit back as the rod was removed her whole weight now resting on her slot of life and her soft anus. Her heels tight to either side keeping most of her weight from that cruel edge. For a while things were not too bad, but as her leg muscles tired, so her weight came forward as she knew it would her sex now taking the brunt of the weight.It soon became agony, her already stinging lips cuddling the backbone, her weight, about 10 or 11 stone bearing down on her softest of tissue, eyes now on that clock relentlessly ticking away the minutes, tears falling now, her arms fore and aft gripping the spine in the hope of any slight relief, but she knew it was a forlorne hope. At ten long minutes to the 5pm deadline, she was sobbing pitifully, as Gethin became aware of his companion removing the already lowered black trousers, she took a hold of his tool her hot hand re-stiffening the meaty if tired rod, guiding it into her womanhood, warm and wet.Her weight came on his lap and over her shoulder she said “here`s the deal she gets off sharp at five unless you haven’t filled me by then, in which case she`s there till you do…” he gulped, then began to concentrate his efforts, not wishing to prolong her pain, knowing his tired balls had come for her and had dribbled cum all day they were empty sand tired. bravely his hips arose as best he could to meet the slab of a backside now hiding Olive from him though he could hear her moaning and begging to be released, her voice spurring him on, desperate now to fetch this lump of `black country womanhood’ to the climax he so desperately needed her to achieve, tick, tick, tick, went the clock her voice rising to a scream, he loved screams but this,… this was OTT, no hands, no tongue, no kisses it was just down to his dick, and her internal muscles and the hidden reserves in his balls, ting, the clock struck five, more desperate thrusts, more screams from Olive, his companion suddenly gasping her orgasm, at last, she was coming, the Lord be praised, she was gasping that she was cumming, his balls jerking now pumping a little seed and a lot of imaginary steam, he was dry, it was over. The stirrup pole was rapidly refitted, and he saw Olive throwing herself off into her masters arms, Gethin`s eyes wet with tears from the effort, as she, this Master`s woman, rose from his lap and sat down with a gasp. A moment later, it was on with her trousers, blushing just a little, and tidying her suit.Gethin watched a near comatose Olive carried out of the dungeon, on his shoulder by her master, her face a broad smile of contentment, laced with the furrows of real and utter pain. His companion, he never found out her name, stood and fondled his balls, surely, she was not going to carry out her threat… he looked alarmed, but she smiled and kissing tenderly on the lips said, “well done!” then released his collar and cuffs, leaving them d****d on the chair back as he stood, to relieve, muscles stiff from the hours of sitting, rubbing his wrists to restore circulation.On wobbly legs she led him to his clothes, silently watching until finally he was dressed, she kissed him once more and said “she hoped she would see him again, as she loved his determination” then she led him to the car, Olive now sat in the front seat, in her dress and he doubted little else, not really coherent.The big doors slid up and he reversed out, the door slid down once more as the car turned as they drove away, with Gethin muttering “thank you madam.” The run home was a jumble of mixed thoughts, he stopped at the first services, and he fetched coffee, and a sandwich, which she gobbled down rapidly, seeming more with it after that and he drove on, she explaining that “she had never had such a hard time, but that she had asked them to `pull out the stops’ and had refused a safe word on purpose as she wanted to feel really used.” She soon dozed off again. They got home and pulled into the carport, Mark and Megan, helping Olive inside and up to the spare room, already prepared for her arrival, she was soon asleep again. Megan`s having tended her wounds. Mark asking Gethin for his story, which over coffee they listened to in a sort of stunned silence, Gethin`s face almost grey with his own delayed shock at the ferocity of The Master and his assistant.Mark said, “she must have requested it especially, it was not usually that hard a treatment!”Gethin saying “he would take her again, but leave her, collecting her afterwards, but no way was he prepared to watch what he called this `barbaric OTT’ practise, even if she is a willing participant, the group being more to his taste, they played at BDSM, but this was frightening!He looked deep into Marks eyes, and said, “she has discussed letting them go much further, did you know that?” Mark replied his head in hands that “she had hinted about that, and it was breaking his heart, she loved the pain, fed on it, felt liberated by it, but he hated it, that’s why he wanted her to join the softer group, Megan`s description of its activities being so much more gentle, though pain still abounded it was no-where near as aggressive!” they decided that they should talk with her as soon as she was fit enough.

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